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Radio Rose and Sizzling Summer Reads

Woohoo!!! It's release week for Radio Rose. Pop the cork on the champagne and toss the glitter!
Radio Rose is available on Amazon here.
Cowboys and aliens all in the sex-change capital of the world.

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Radio Rose- Book 1 in the Change of Heart Cowboys series.

Radio Rose knows Martians aren’t real.

As a DJ for a late night talk show about extra-terrestrials,
she’d never admit to being a non-believer. Talking to crazies all night isn’t
the perfect job for most people, but she’s happy with her solitary life. Until
a middle of the night car crash and a blow to the head has her mistaking a
stranger for a real life alien.

Adam Cameron, raised by his narcissistic grandfather for
most of his childhood, made his escape from Careless, Colorado the day he
turned eighteen. Forced to return ten years later for the reading of his
grandfather’s will, he’s about to be pulled into a contest for a vast fortune
and the future of a town he’d just as soon forget.

Relationships aren’t one of Rose’s strong points. Hell, she
mistook the hot stranger for an alien the first time they met, but Adam needs
help and she’s the woman to help him--maybe.

In a town filled with new-found friends, Rose has to decide
how far she’s willing to go to trust the loner.

"That's what they all say,” Rose
shrieked, “just before they abduct you.”

“Stop it!” The tone and volume of the
words penetrated the static in her head, and she quit struggling. This alien
spoke perfect English in a deep voice with no sign of an accent.

She focused her eyes on the way his
T-shirt stretched across his muscular chest then slid her gaze up until she
came to his face. She was surprised to see a very good-looking man. No not a
man, an alien in human form.

With dark blond hair, long black
lashes surrounding his navy blue eyes and a delectably, kissable mouth, he was
the personification of her make-believe boyfriend. She licked her lips and
lifted one hand to touch his face before coming to her senses.

Boy, aliens had taken morphing to a
whole new level. It would be easy to relax into his strong arms, but she needed
to keep what senses she had left sharp.

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

Rose was still in shock and shook her
head. Glass shards of pain sliced into her brain. She slammed her eyes shut and
sucked in a breath.

The helmet slipped to the side, and
he gently lifted it off her head. Pressing it into her hands, he waited for her
to open her eyes.

She peeked at her helmet and saw half
the lights had burned out. “Damn, piece of shit helmet. This piece of crap is
guaranteed for ten years. How am I going to make good on the guarantee if I’m
abducted? Answer me that.”

“Are you dizzy?” he asked. “Can you
walk?”

As she lifted her gaze to his eyes,
firefly sparkles flashed across her vision. She’d forgotten he was there. She
tossed the helmet to the ground. I must be out of my mind. Abducted by
aliens, and I’m worrying about that piece of junk.

As she tried to answer, the words
froze into little clumps of ice and melted back down her throat.

“How many fingers do you see?” he
asked, holding up one hand.

“Hold them still so I can count.”

“How many?” he asked again,
impatience riding on each word.

It seemed a stupid question for an
alien to ask, but now was not the time to question these guys on their
mathematical skills. Focusing her eyes, she counted the fingers slowly, twice
then told the truth. “Seven.”

“You need to sit down while I try to
get us out of here.” He carried her to a vehicle, opened the door and placed
her on the seat.

“Don't take me with you. Please. I'm
not a normal human. I wouldn't make a good specimen,” Rose pleaded as she
stuffed her trembling hands between her knees to hide the shaking. “Really,
I'll skew your results.”

She focused her vision and
concentrated on his features. Nothing was making sense. He looked like a human,
a darn nice one, but her callers had told her aliens could change form at will.

He placed her helmet in her lap. Only
a light, here and there, was blinking now. Forty-nine dollars and ninety-nine
cents down the drain when she didn’t have money to spare. But if she
disappeared into outer space to be experimented on, money would be the least of
her worries.

She didn't have the energy to fight
him when he lifted her legs, put them in the spaceship and dug around until he
found the straps to tie her down. He reached across her, belted her in and shut
the door. Now she was trapped. Running her fingers over the door, she tried to
find the handle. Before she could make her move, she felt the spaceship lifting
off.

She’d listened countless times as her
callers talked about their experiences with this exact thing. In her mind,
she’d discounted them as being delusional.

Now she remembered what Louise, a
regular caller, had said. “They put me in a huge, bright capsule. The takeoff
was smooth as glass, and silent as a forest after a snowstorm.”

Her spaceship jerked. With each move,
her head spun and noise burrowed into her skull with all the finesse of a
jackhammer. There was no beautiful machine here, just a piece of junk, kind of
like her Geo.

Just her luck she’d get this puny,
puddle jumper of a spaceship. They probably didn’t even serve inter-flight
drinks, and she could use a shot of bourbon.As the vehicle jerked
again, she grabbed the edge of the seat. Make that two.

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